Blood And Tears Novels & Stories

Willing to spill my blood in the name of fucking what? Giving in, my knees buckled one last time before I slid to the floor, the sob finally breaking free from my chest. Thick droplets of blood ran down my cheeks and I tried furiously to wipe them away, but they only stained the back of my hands scarlet. Folding my legs in front of my, I rested my forehead on my knees, giving in fully to the tears running down my face. No maids were there to bare witness the pain I was in, leaving my pride somewhat intact.

The room was filled with an intense silence, broken only by the echoes of his heavy panting. He stared at the bloodied knuckles, his mind drifted to her. The girl with those mesmerizing brown orbs, brimming with tears. He could see the pain and shattered trust reflected in her eyes, like a broken mirror reflecting a fractured soul. It was as if he could glimpse the depths of her hurt and betrayal, all encapsulated within those tear-filled eyes.

Tears rolled out of my eyes in pain. I quickly opened my eyes in fear. ‘Not just he hit me, but he also forcefully drank my blood.’ * #TBC

Picking up a pin, I stabbed me palm with it and let the blood flow, the I had within flow away. I seemed to have lost a lot of blood in the attempt. For as the blood dripped from my palm, so too did the tears flow from my eyes. I lay on the bed wanting to die, crying out to my maker to take away my life, when gradually sleep took over my senses as the blood dripped off my hand and arm onto the floor next to it.

He stumbled back, his breaths ragged as if he couldn’t catch enough air. “What... what is this?” he muttered, looking down at his hands. Red lines began to snake across his skin, wounds opening as if he had been the one lashed. Blood poured from the gashes, dripping onto the floor in thick, dark rivulets. He clutched his chest, his knees buckling as he fell to the ground. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice raw and desperate. “I didn’t mean to...” I sat frozen, my body trembling as I watched him bleed. His tears streamed down his face, but they weren’t tears—they were blood. Each drop splattered onto the ground, blooming like crimson flowers.

“Audrey, we have to go! The whole place is coming down!” I didn’t answer, didn’t look at him. My vision was blurred by the tears streaming down my face, my focus only on the man bleeding out in my arms. I pressed my hands into his wound, willing it to close, but it was no use. That scream that had ripped from my throat had drained every drop of my power in one burst. Edwin’s blood had already soaked through his shirt, a dark stain that was spreading too quickly, like a deep crimson flower. The bond between us pulsed with our shared pain as his life force slipped away.

assistant"> Seeing blood instead of tears flowing from a vampire's eyes left Jane in shock. She had always wondered whether a vampire could ever cry. Ever since learning of their existence, they had always seemed like creatures incapable of shedding tears, as though sadness never manifested the same way it did for humans. Yet somehow, it seemed they could cry after all. Not with ordinary tears though, but with thick crimson blood that slowly streaked down their cheeks. Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away.

Not yet. “Luca…” she whispered, her voice shaking. She pressed her hands against his chest, trying desperately to stop the blood. But it was everywhere. It stained her hands, her clothes, her very soul. She was losing him. Every second that passed, more blood seeped from the wound, slipping through her fingers. Tears streamed down her face, her heart breaking with every second that passed. “I wish… I wish you could just come back,” she whispered, leaning down and pressing her forehead against his. Her tears mingled with the blood on his chest, her desperation making her feel helpless.

The specter, then, stretched forth his hand, taking hold of Adrien's wrist and placing his hand on Benjamin's wound. He felt the blood, wet and cold, as his hand touched the torn garments, pressing against them gently. 'Oh, Ben...' He swallowed, tears welling in his eyes, and his breathing became heavy as he fought off crying. He brought back his hand and the blood stuck to it, staining his fingers and palm with crimson. He lifted his hand to his face, staring at it. 'Is this my doing, also?'

Liam growls deep within my consciousness, urging me to back away. "Get closer," Noah insists, his voice strained. "Look at its eyes." Fighting every instinct screaming at me to retreat, I lean in. That's when I see it—dried blood trails from the wolf's eyes, like crimson tears frozen in time. My stomach heaves, and I jerk back, nearly falling in my haste to put distance between myself and the macabre sight. "What the actual fuck?" The words burst from me, echoing slightly in the sacred space. "Blood tears?"